Luyện nghe bài hát A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

In gas stations with mini-marts
find rows of them for sale
Liquor-filled of Elvis Presley
his head off and drink like a vampire

His disciples flock to such a fitting
Sprawled across from his ghastly
A shopping mall with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls

And I wonder, yeah I
Will ever Elvis the place of Jesus in a thousand years?
Religious wars, laws
Bloodshed over, what's left of his myth?

A growing boy his lunch
A growing boy his lunch

When pesticides get banned we're safe up
We just sell them to those countries
Soon there's lots of exotic babies
Somehow not our fault

Just dip 'em in glaze, 'em orange and green
For the Arizona stands
To sell alongside plastic burros and baths

And I wonder, I wonder
Why so insects around us feed off the dead
The squads, starvation
Foreign aid, just leave it to the of the marketplace

A boy needs his lunch
A growing boy his lunch

Everyone should just each other
Dip your toe into the
Drop your guns and lawsuits and love each
Life beyond the bunker

And you're busy hugging in the streets
your hatred for all to feel
Jiminy Cricket's found a game to
Stick your out and trust, it'll be chopped away

Jimmy your locked front doors
Rifle your sacred drawers
my pockets, deface your dreams
'Til the cows come to me, to me, all for me

Nibbling like an winding through your brain
Bound Lawrence Harvey spreadeagle to a bed
The migraine gets worse we find out we lay eggs
And no one in all of Borneo can you scream, scream

A boy needs his lunch
A boy needs his lunch
A growing boy his lunch

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